eternal sunshine

The sun shines on you, beating softly . Its warmth works through your skin down to your soul. The sun is wonderful, it gives light so you can see the wonderful things around you. The light shows the truth and gives beauty. Days straight out of fairy tales come around, days you wish could never end. Don't stare into the sun though, it will blind you. From far away it is good but don't get to close or you'll get burned. Enjoy, but from a distance. Without some protection you will burn. The sun changes you, slightly.

And then a cloud comes. And the cloud partially blocks the sun, casting shadows, making it harder to see. The cool of the shade slides across your skin. You trip on a root that was now hidden in the dark. But the cloud passes and the sun comes out again, and all seems right and good. Another cloud comes, and another, and another, following each other getting more frequent. It is a difficult time. Will the sun stay or go? Confused, hurt, lost. You have no control.

Finally it happens. The sun is gone. It is dark, it is cold. Everything is hidden. You can only remember what used to be there and stumble on your own in a lonely place. How can you go on? Was it better to have had the sun while you did? Are you better off having enjoyed what you could when you could? Or maybe you should have stayed in the dark the hold time. The dark offers protection. Was it really better to have had for a short time and have to go back or to never have had at all? You saw amazing things, you did amazing things. But now you can only remember them. It seems the sun is too dangerous. I will walk by moonlight. I may not see as much but I know I can hide in the shadows when the light is too much.

a midsummer night

Close your eyes and escape, imagine. A warm early September evening. The sun has just set leaving the stars to twinkle next to a mostly full moon. A breeze rolls through, cool but not cold. The green grass ripples like little waves in the ocean. A white tent is on the edge of a grove of trees, dividing them from the open pasture. It sticks out like a beacon being the only source of light for miles. Lights twinkle like fairies hanging down from the trees. The soft light shows round white tables spread around with rich purple flowers in the center surrounded by candles. Gold plates and silverware glitter on top of plum cloth napkins. Eight gold spindle chairs surround each table, sinking slightly into the soft earth beneath it. Going inside the nearby tent the senses are overwhelmed with the smell of food. Mashed potatoes, fried chicken, casseroles, green beans, and biscuits laden down several tables. Purple and gold flowers and ribbons adorn the tables adding elegance to the country feel. A table off to the side holds large pitchers of sweet tea and pecan pie, peach pie and a cake. The cake is three tiers covered in white fondant with plum purple sugar flowers covering it. The flowers look almost real with golden steams and golden centers. A wooden dance floor lays in the middle of the tent with a string quartet behind, playing softly. Just outside of the tent fireflys fly around shimmering like magic. Barefoot children yell cries of joy as they try to catch these elusive bugs. A carriage waits off to the side with horses stamping their hoofs tired of standing still, waiting to whisk the new happy couple off to a world of dreams and new beginnings.